Burns Nicht

Every January school children in Scotland are forced to memorise a
Burns poem and recite it.  In Primary 4 mine was 'To a Mouse'.  I was
never good a remembering this sort of thing but my buddie, Nathan, was
a natural performer.  He sadly die of a heart condition when he was
about 14.  This poem always reminds me of him.

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a pannic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!"